rangin2012
I have some real vague new year’s resolutions to share – read more, write more, move more.
The first one is no problem, I could read for days. Things like work and bathing just keep getting in the way. But, I see no reason not to resolve to do more of any nondestructive thing you love. I might start at least making a list of the books I read for my own sort of posterity, and a few notes about what I thought of them. So that will contribute to the second resolution to write more, trying to write in the blog at least once a week should be an effective method as well. Obviously.
That last little elephant in the room, though… move more.
I am not even going to kid myself by saying something filthy like exercise more or workout more.I left it as laissez-faire as I could. By move more, I literally mean take more steps in 2011 than I did in 2012. Anyway, I rang in 2012 in a happy, good way.
Delicious food, special friends, fun show. Steak, sea bass, and sweet potato hash that I could eat for every meal forever and still be happy at South Congress Cafe, and then Foot Patrol at Frank.
If you have a bad time while you’re watching Foot Patrol, there’s a good chance you’re dead on the inside.
So yeah, we ate and smiled and drank and danced and cheers-ed (?) and kissed and hugged and laughed and closed this year out fine. And I’ve got to lastly point out that if you didn’t spend at least part of your new year’s eve trying to prove to everyone around you that your head is in fact capable of fitting inside a tube sock, then, well, yours was different from mine. ——————————————————————————->
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